The Pursuit of Death
"Am I really going to die here today?"
Sophia watched the masked men descending from the truck approaching closer and closer, a flash of powerlessness in her eyes.
The sound of gunfire echoed incessantly in her ears.
"Miss, leave quickly! We'll stay here and cover you." shouted a seriously wounded bodyguard in a suit beside her.
However, before his words had fully left his lips, his body jerked violently and a bloody hole opened up on his forehead. A viscous mix of red and white matter flowed out instantly, his eyes gradually losing their luster.
"Move! If you don't move now, it'll be too late." the remaining two bodyguards urged, unable to spare a moment for grief. They used the overturned black business vehicle as a shield, resisting the attackers as much as they could.
But their firepower was no match for the well-prepared masked men. A round of heavy fire had them pinned down, unable to raise their heads.